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A plastic bag sways in the wind,
Like a glorious glistening sin,
It feels like life,
It feels like death,
It feels like awareness of self,
But just trash is it,
Nothing more does it fit,
And still it dances.
A plastic bag sways in the wind,
Like a bird who has fallen,
But just some trash,
some man trashed
Out of his window fast.
By a bus he is hit,
What else to be fit
And still it dances.
- by Eclipsed Archon |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/30/2009 |
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- Title: And still it dances
- Artist: Eclipsed Archon
- Description: A free-form poem I wrote.
- Date: 11/30/2009
- Tags: still dances
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- Kittilord - 11/30/2009
- Sounds like something out of American beauty. Maybe you got inspired by it and decided to put it in your own words, except this time it sucks.
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